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[> .well.then. -- fate&destiny, 10:51:46 11/08/02 Fri (152.163.189.98)

The stallion's orbs focus in on the mare. "Greetings, Memory. I've been expecting you." His voice is a rumble deep in his throat. "I have a message for you, but only if you are willing to fight for it." He awaits her response.

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[> [> fighting chance -- Memory, 12:51:46 11/10/02 Sun (205.188.209.75)

The silver hued fatale turned her attention to the stallion and considered his statement. She responded in her alomst musical voice "I am willing to fight for the messege." She winces slightly as she rests her injured leg on the terra.

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[> [> [> .to.battle. -- fate&destiny, 15:19:19 11/21/02 Thu (205.188.209.75)

Without warning the steed attacks, rising upon his masculine haunches, forelimbs striking at Memory. The mare suddenly finds that her leg is whole and strong once more. She now must fight.

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[> [> [> [> must fight -- Memory, 14:50:50 11/22/02 Fri (64.12.96.38)

Memory trilled in rage and pain as the stallion's forelegs met their target, and left gashes on her side. She reared up to launch an attack of her own. She flatten her ears and struck at the stallion.

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[> .ah.ha. -- fate & destiny, 23:27:08 12/19/02 Thu (205.188.209.75)

He rose on his haunches and met her rear, interlocking their thrashing forelegs. His barred teeth savagely went for the tender underside of her neck, his wild hooves striking at any soft flesh they could reach.


OOC -- Lizai kind of explained this to me but uh could you also explain what is going on? Like, what's happened from the beginning to end of your quest, lol .. sorry. And what do you expect the message he has to be?

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[> [> not a warrior -- Memory, 07:15:06 12/21/02 Sat (205.188.209.75)

The silver fatale twisted sideways, but not far enough.She winced as forelegs scraped 'cross her side and teeth sank into the side of her neck. There was little hop, at least it seemed, that she could win. She was not a warrior. yet she fought on, forelegs thrashing, seeking the stallion's hide.

OOC-Memory left the herd of blackbloods were she lived and decided to go search for a purpose in life. Fate and desting gave her a scrambled up riddle thing that led her here, and fate told her to fight for the messege. I have no idea what the messege was to be. That's her quest in a nutshell.

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[> [> [> .ashes. -- fate & destiny, 19:32:05 12/21/02 Sat (64.12.96.235)

Wherever her hooves met his, smoke curled high into the air and settled there. He took no notice and still fought, dodging many of her attempts, though he was impressed by her spirit and will. Many times her hooves met his flesh, and as the grey mists rolled thickly above them, words were starting to form.

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[> [> [> [> what the? -- Memory, 11:45:05 12/23/02 Mon (152.163.189.98)

The mare battle on, barely able to wriggle from the stallion grasp at her poll. She squealed in pain and leapt aside painfully as he lunged at her. His hooves raked her side once more. The mare was tired of this, and noticed the smoke words. She lunged at him with snapping teeth, watching the letters carefully with one eye.

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[> [> [> [> [> .message. -- fate & destiny, 15:19:34 12/24/02 Tue (64.12.96.235)



With a hollow, breathy snort, the challenger danced to the side. He hesitated only a brief moment before turning to walk halfheartedly into a stand of trees.

Gray smoke sat thickly overhead, blocking out most of the sky. It was slowly dissolving at the touch of winter's wind, spiraling into threads of pale white and rising to the lazy sun.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> w a n d e r e r s -- Memory, 09:15:22 12/26/02 Thu (152.163.189.98)

The mare watched the stallion leave, then turned her gaze to the smok and read the messege. She was quite sure it meant to find other wanderers and gather them together. Then to travel together and find something called 'overcast'. Then to stay together and become strong. Pray Pray Pray. The mare snorted. She knew of only two wanderers, her friend Tattered Glory, and then that mare called Charring Wanderer that had been in Devil's Temptor's harem then left. She puzzled over the messege for a moment then set off to find lone wanderers.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> .. i a m w a n d e r i n g, w a n d e r i n g, a n d s o f a r f r o m h o m e .. -- Charring Wanderer, 14:03:17 01/12/03 Sun (152.163.189.98)